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A stout female stood in the aperture, an oil lamp in her hand. But then—Oh! Madam, there are moments—moments of darkness, which
overshadow a whole existence—in the lives of the poor houseless wretches who
traverse the streets, when reason is well-nigh benighted; when the horrible
promptings of despair can, alone, be listened to; and when vice itself assumes
the aspect of virtue. Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter One
In the quiet of an autumn afternoon, the deserted mansion slept. . . There were no mourners. He flipped the television on. The old-fashioned dress, with its series
of ruffles and printed flowers, ballooned treacherously, revealing her well-turned
leg in silk stockings, as it snapped against her body as a mould. The crowning aspect of the incident, for her mind, was
the discovery that he and her indiscretion with him no longer mattered very
much. . Recollect, he's chained to the ground by a great horse-padlock, and is
never unloosed except when he comes to that hatch. She found an old
drunk wandering the streets. So, by way of gaining time, he resolved to
question him further.
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